One shots | Kim Taehyung

When he doesn't love you | Part 4

The early morning light seeped gently through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the shared bedroom. You stirred awake, your mind still lingering on the fragile yet heartfelt conversation from the night before.

As your eyes fluttered open, they instinctively sought him out-and there he was, lying beside you, his features softened in the quiet vulnerability of sleep.

Taehyung looked peaceful, almost serene, as though the weight he carried so silently was momentarily lifted. The faint rise and fall of his chest as he breathed filled the room with a soothing rhythm.

Your gaze lingered on him, tracing the delicate curve of his lashes, the subtle lines of his face, and the quiet strength he always seemed to exude.

But last night had revealed so much more.

His words echoed in your mind, the rawness of his confession stirring something deep within you. He wasn't just the man who had distanced himself from you-he was a man burdened by heartbreak, guilt, and his own unspoken battles.

You thought of the pain he had endured, the walls he had built to shield himself, and how those very walls had kept you away.

A pang of guilt coursed through you. How could I have been so blind? you thought. He wasn't the only one who had caused the rift between you. You had let your own insecurities, your own hurt, build barriers instead of bridges.

Your eyes welled with unshed tears as the realization settled in your heart. He was suffering too, in his own quiet way. And all this time, I thought it was just me.

Without thinking, you shifted closer to him, your movements hesitant yet deliberate. The cool sheets crumpled softly as you scooted closer, the small distance between you vanishing. You stopped just inches away from him, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body.

You studied his face once more, now so near that you could see the faint freckles dusting his skin. A tender smile tugged at the corners of your lips. This man, you thought, is trying, despite everything.

Tentatively, you let your hand rest lightly near his, your fingers brushing against his skin. The faint contact sent a wave of warmth through you, a quiet reassurance that maybe, just maybe, things could be different now.

You let out a soft sigh, your head sinking back into the pillow as you allowed the comfort of his presence to wash over you. The steady rhythm of his breathing lulled you, filling the silence with an unspoken promise of a better tomorrow.

Closing your eyes, you nestled closer, daring to let yourself feel the solace of his proximity. For the first time in a long while, you let yourself believe that the road ahead-though uncertain-might not be as lonely as you feared. And with that thought, you let sleep claim you once more, the quiet morning a fragile sanctuary for the two of you.

The first rays of sunlight bathed the room as Taehyung stirred awake, his lashes fluttering open to find you nestled close to him. His breath caught in his throat at the sight-your face serene, your hand resting lightly near his. The vulnerability in your unconscious proximity stirred something tender in him.

Without thinking, he leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead. The warmth of your skin lingered on his lips as he pulled back, his heart aching with a strange mixture of guilt and hope.

He sat up quietly, careful not to disturb you, and made his way out of the room. His steps led him to the kitchen, where the faint hum of the morning filled the air.

A determined expression settled on his face as he began to prepare breakfast. It wasn't much, but it was a small step-a way to show you he was trying.

Upstairs, the absence of warmth beside you stirred you from your sleep. Your eyes blinked open, and a rush of panic coursed through you. Taehyung! You sat up quickly, your heart sinking as you realized it was late. He must be getting late for the office!